We wake up and ... the sun shines! All the bad forecasts vanished. We go and book a dive for tomorrow first and to our surprise: the man in the diving shop is not enthusiastic about the diving himself: cold and low visibility: no THANKS.

Getting back into the car Dr T finds my ... passport on his seat. Putting it away, I cannot find my driving license either. When I went shopping last night, I did not close my fanny pack and both fell out. You have to know: we took a special car insurance for travelling for a year in my name, not cheap but covers us fully. If I do not have a driving license, I cannot rent a car anymore and the insurance is useless! We did not take it in Tony's name, since everybody knows those Australian are dodgy and it costs twice as much to insure them! PANIC.

Luckily My Tomcat finds it between the seats: the fanny pack gets reorganized and we decide to do the Busch Gardens first

. OK, I admit, I am a zoo fan. I have double feeling about zoos: animals should not be locked up for our viewing but I do like to watch them. Busch Gardens is like a giant 'Bellewaerde': zoo and entertainment, such as 3D movies, boat rides which soak you and rollercoasters. And yes, I went on one. And, yes, I do hate them. But still, it was lovely. The plan was to spend an hour or 2 here and then do a museum. But the price of the ticket (almost 150 $ with the parking) made us decide it was a DAY event.

We arrive home after 6 and my hubby concentrates on his laptop, while I go to the swimming pool, where it is full of black, euh, excuse me: African Americans: SCREAMING. One example: a black lady SCREAMS up to one of the rooms: congratulations: it is you day, it is holy day. The lady screams back: WHAT? Same sentence. The lad says: do not know what you are talking about I ain't no holy. The other one answers: not holy: hooker: hooker's day and you are a hooker. The 'hooker' answers: look at yourself: you are knocked up with your second child and you have no idea who the father of either of them is. This is all done with a lot of laughter and yelling from the top of their lunges. That is the places we stay in. And every morning, at 05h30, people are picked up to go the work and they are shouting too, in front of our door. For at least half an hour: sigh!

Next day: time for some Culture! We go to the museum of science and industry. After all: this is serious business: no screaming children there, right? Right???? Forget it! It is FULL of screaming children: it is like a school trip. But, what do we see in the museum: an Imax and 'Night in the museum' is on. I am not such a big fan of Imax (everything is too big) but, hey, anything better then screaming kids. So, we spend a pleasant afternoon at the movies. Then: home: swimming pool, another night at "the Olive Garden', our favourite Italian and pack for tomorrow: we are leaving for: